Part IV
"My friend said not to see you no more;
she said you're like a disease without a cure;
she said I was so obsessed that I've become a bore."
Full lips kissed a searing pathway down a pale, firm stomach; the moist mouth devouring every inch of flesh it could reach. Green eyes clenched shut as sharp teeth bit into the tender skin above a hip bone and the blonde writhed in pleasure as she guided the exploring head further south. Fisting her eager hands into the thick locks of dark hair, Emma felt the brunette smile against her thigh before trailing a fiery tongue between her legs.
Regina dragged her teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves as her fingertips lazily teased around the blonde's entrance. Hearing the gutteral moans from above and feeling Emma's frantic thrusts against her mouth the brunette finally relented. Slowly, Regina pressed a single long finger within the tight cavern and relished at the wealth of wetness she found there. Smiling around the flesh between her lips, the brunette basked in her glory; the notion of her being able to bring the blonde to a frenzy of wanton desire until she was left whimpering and begging made Regina's body shiver uncontrollably.
"More…" Emma pleaded as she licked her lips, "…I need to feel more of you."
"Mmm," the brunette merely hummed as her mouth suckled against the swollen nub; shifting her hand she eased a second digit inside of her lover, "…like this, dear?"
"Yes!" The blonde panted as she arched her back off of the bed. "Just like that!"
As the two women created a perfect rhythm, Emma ran her blunt nails down her lover's naked back and smirked as she felt a hiss rumble through her sex. Ceasing her ministrations the blonde let her hands fall onto the bed and allowed her mind to go blank as her body and thoughts eased into a blissed out delierium; a paradise that only Regina could take her to. Regina, she whispered to herself as her heart quickened and her breathing became labored—the deliciously wonderful things that the dark woman could do to her were so addicting that they consumed the blonde. It was as if the brunette's hand prints were forever emblazoned on Emma's flesh—marking her territory. But it was alright, the blonde believed, because she wouldn't want anyone else to have her this way.
"You're obsessed, Emma, she's poisioning you…"
The sudden booming of Mary Margaret's voice within her cranium made Emma's eyes burst open in shock. Why did her friend's words from earlier have to come to her now—have to infiltrate her mind with their judgements as she laid beneath the "poisionous" woman? Trying to shake the thoughts away, the blonde resettled herself on the bed and let the fingers that were buried inside of her take control. Moaning as the brunette licked up her body, Emma lifted her head and allowed the woman to claim her lips—Regina tasted like a combination of the both of them and the blonde fell into the kiss like a woman possessed.
"Emma, this isn't safe…she's only going to cause you pain in the end. Save yourself while you can."
Growling at herself, Emma ignored the words that were screaming in her head and let them fade away as the brunette bit into her pulse point viciously. Seething with pain, the blonde pressed her hips more firmly against the hand between her thighs and rode it roughly. As the brunette pumped more vigourously, and Emma came closer and closer to falling over the edge she felt a part of her mind beginning to process everything that Mary Margaret had said earlier. It was cruel and hurtful, the things she had said, and they had slashed against the blonde like a blade—but they were true, to an extent. Her relationship with Regina wasn't conventional, and it certainly wasn't healthy. It was sex—mindless, self-indulgant sex that reverted Emma back to her old ways. And she would not allow herself to go back down that path—she had a child in her life now, her son, and people that cared about her. The blonde would not give up the small amount of happiness she had accumulated in Storybrooke because of her obsessively, hazardous tryst with the brunette.
Just as the realization struck her, Emma's body began to spasm as bright lights pounded behind her eyes; her orgasm was tearing through her like a tornado and the blonde had to grasp onto Regina or else flutter into an abyss of never-ending ecstasy. As she dug her fingernails into the brunette's shoulders Emma couldn't stop herself from screaming her lover's name into the quiet and the darkness of the night. Pleased by the blonde's display, Regina nuzzled against her neck and nibbled on her earlobe seductively.
"You're so beautiful when you're beneath me…" the brunette confessed in a breathy whisper.
"Regina…" Emma sighed, in a daze, "…we have to stop."
"I agree, dear," Regina replied in a clipped tone as she shuffled off of the blonde's slick body, "it is getting rather late and—"
"I didn't mean this…" Emma whispered as she sat up and pressed her back against the cold headboard, "I meant this thing we have together."
Cocking her head to the side the brunette glared over at the shivering woman beneath the sheets and pursed her lips. Although her face portrayed the steely expression of someone who didn't care, Regina could feel her very heart begin to break as she looked into the blonde's shifting green eyes. Bracing herself for the inevitable pain that was about to come, the brunette dug her fingernails into the tender palms of her hands and turned towards Emma.
"What are you trying to say, Ms. Swan?" Regina winced at the worry that tinged her words; she couldn't let the blonde know just how much this was killing her—she couldn't let anyone know how weak she truly was.
"I'm trying to say that I can't do this anymore…" Emma sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair, "…I can't do it. And I think it would be best if we just stopped seeing each other…for good."
The blonde watched the affect that her words had on Regina, and if she hadn't known the woman as well as she did she would never have seen the flicker of pain in the black depths of her eyes. She would never have seen the quiver of her hands as she picked up her blouse. Emma crawled across the bed and tried to reach a hand out to the brunette, but the woman roughly pushed it away from her as she dressed in silence. The ache in her chest bloomed until the blonde could barely breath and she clutched at the sheets as a way of gathering strength, but all strength was lost upon her—but, after all, she was doing the right thing…wasn't she? And as her eyes caressed the curve of Regina's hip, and embraced the shimmer of a single tear that trailed down her cheek, Emma wasn't certain of anything.
"I hope you're satisfied," the brunette ground out between trembling lips as another tear fell from her eyes; before she slammed Emma's bedroom door behind her Regina finished with a cracking tremor, "because you'll grow to regret this."
A/N: I apologize for taking so long to post this part, the last three parts will be uploaded much more quickly. For some reason I couldn't find this part in my files and I was far too lazy to rewrite it as I was quite happy with the way this turned out. But, I finally found it the other day, so after some editing…here it is! Be sure to share your love, comments and concerns by REVIEWING! :)